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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is... tiptoing?

...What the hell?

Err, that is. The giant angry wolf god is tip-toeing through the village, looking... incredibly cartoony doing it. She's trying not to but it's apparently just beyond even her own willpower.

She's sniffing about, indulging in her sudden craving for fresh pies. And piggies. And grandmothers.]

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[tailasoldastime]

[... The wolf is rhyming. And smiling in a way that very much tells him he should run before he doesn't have the option...

But his feet won't move; god knows they should, but they aren't, oh crap.]

Why yes, it is pie! I'm taking it to my grandmother who is ill! [... Wait... how does she know he's going to his grandmother's? This sounds awfully suspicious...]

[biteoffherhead]

Grandmother is ill? Oh, how awful!
Best to bring her cakes and waffle,
Lest you never see her again,
as she might die, it's simply when.

[tailasoldastime]

[...

... Beast doesn't like the vibes this giant wolf is giving him.

At all.

That whole piece there sounded awfully ominous.

He'd better not stay here any longer.]

... We... w-well I best be on my way! [And he'll head to the woods while trying not to show that this is a blatant excuse to leave.]

[biteoffherhead]

Not so fast, my little sweet,
lest the beasts make you their meat!
Surely you'll need my strength
to protect you for this journey in length?

[tailasoldastime]

[But he is a Beast!]

...Uh...

... W-will I?

[A part of him strongly doubts this, but he somehow can't resist the advances this wolf makes. She couldn't be another Enchantress, could she? A... really creepy one?]

[biteoffherhead]

But of course, my dear.
You mustn't fear!

[She leans in close, those massive fangs rivaling even those lovely tusks of yours.]

For I am a forest god,
ruler of all that is odd.
My fangs protect the forest
and the animals poorest
from hideous human destruction
that halts the forest's function.

[tailasoldastime]

[Oh no, another celestial being.

...

OH NO ANOTHER CELESTIAL BEING!

AND HE'S HEADING TO HER FOREST!

AND SHE WANTS TO FOLLOW HIM!

AND SHE'S REALLY CLOSE!

RUN BEAST RUN!]

...

[RUN DAMMIT!]

[biteoffherhead]

[Oh, that wolfish grin.]

What terror you wear upon your face!
You mustn't feel compelled to race,
for I have offered my protection
with sincere and utter affection.

[tailasoldastime]

[However much he wishes he wasn't put in this position, he has the sinking feeling that he has no choice. She is a god, after all, and he certainly doesn't want to anger any more celestial beings and end up even worse than he is.

So however slowly and timidly he may say it, Beast will reply with:]

A... a-alright.

[And slowly start walking again, presuming that the wolf will follow him.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Both lucky and unlucky for you, Moro has no magic powers. Aside from the whole re-animating head thing but that's not the issue here. It's more that even as a beast, you are pretty much just a puppy in comparison to her.]

[tailasoldastime]

[And Beast notices this size and power difference all too well as he continues down the path, trying his very best not to show the nervousness he feels deep down.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Yeeeeep. This is probably a very unsettling experience for you! Especially since Moro's face has lost that cartoony grin, and is locked back into her usual cold, distant, predatory expression.]

[tailasoldastime]

[He notes this change, and naturally feels even more uncomfortable with each pace, feeling a little more relieved as he senses he's getting closer to the cottage... or should he feel less relieved...?]